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Nico & Vinz

Del 3: Nykommere

 

Del 3: Nykommere


[Verse 1: Vincent Dery]
First off, the first shall be the last
They got it all confused, I'll be the first to ever last
Never been a quitter, I complete whatever task
Five star is a movement, and time is moving fast
Up to no good, but the flow sounds better
I heard 'em say 'Envy, y'all that plus extra'
Yup, extra, gum shoot sticky
Meaning we ain't peeling off with that bullshit, you can miss me
Word, we murking
My writing good, underline, cursive
Urkel flow, bitch, did I do that?
All I do is hooks now, like I can't rap
Singing la la la la like Kanye did
Constipated rappers can't tell me shit
Drop the footprint, now the buzz following
Cause Envy is the answer and the question 'who's the hottest here?'

[Verse 2: Nicolay Sereba]
December the 5th, man, Dreamworks loose
Kept you warm through the winter like a Canada goose
Damn, getting close now, zoom
Ain't gotta tell you five star makes moves, the t-shirts do
Rapping has been on their 2's, man, they see us make progression
It's medicine for your ears, I be spitting out prescriptions
Genocide kill it, painting a vivid picture
Even deaf people listens saying 'Nico, you the best, man'
I'm sorry, didn't mean that in a bad way
But if I didn't say it, that bar would be a bad phrase
They quick to judge, this ain't no dancing competition
But if you ever test 'em, brother get the stepping
Bars something like Willy Wonka, son
And where the sweets from, there's more to come
Never worry about the ones, just settle for number ones
Got 99 problems, blowing up ain't one

[Verse 3: Phil T. Rich]
I stepped in the game, boiling rappers just like I am Mr.Lee
Baws with the gang, new A-Team, guess, guess who Mr.T
These here little me's ain't on my pedigree
My dogs chew up 'em, like they try to eat some Pedigree
I work hard, I ain't trying to be a has-been
I could be indoors and still be outstanding
Kick bars, FC Barcelona
Philly is a goner
Still about to choke Homer
Still chasing after that Bugatti toy
Chicks kissing my neck saying I taste like Nugatti, boy
Flow like water, call me scuba
Spitting fire like King Koopa
But they all biting; barracudas
Since the days of Roc-a-fella
Been on game, feel like Guti, Rykkinfella
Muhammad Fellah, go and tell a fella
You love me like Bjørn Dæhlie
I laugh at rappers, ha ha ha ha, Færdiih

[Verse 4: Lars Rubix]
De kan'ke stoppe meg
Er sikkert noen som vil si det, men de tro'kke jeg
Ser ned dere, for jeg er oppe og går
Er I toppform, jeg føler meg Rocky-nivå
Gjør meg sjæl, og gjør det skikkelig
Eter opp en rapper som en burger med en pickle I
Ingen her er sikker hvor du kommer fra som Wikileaks
Hører bare masse fuglekvitter som en Twitter beef
Lever livet som en ungkar
Men har alltid holdt det OG, morfar
Chillern nedi I banken, leser lommeboka
Storgal, for meg er dere oompa lompas
Klart Lars har bars
Om du ikke holder tempo, ta avstand fra'n
Mange av dere er pult; ashko
er det BLP for life som en tattoo

[Verse 5: LidoLido]
Good guys in the building, believe that
Real talk aka RT that
You watching the future; gypsy
Hit you in the head; frisbee
You can call me L-I, cause you know how I D-O
Young Mozart, been at it since I was zero
Let me bring you back to the music; Neo
Heads up; Galileo
In the middle of little Italy
Little did we know that we riddled some middlemen
Who knew little of Lido's little league
Literally living deliberately to limit me
You idle, I scribble my little enemy into me
I know they not liking them skills
Writing their wills, pop vitamine pills
Don't worry about it, Norway, we gotcha
That's so gangsta, Fola Fola Blakka

[Verse 6: Dreamon]
It's no secret I'm the shit now
So outstanding, them haters better just sit down
Nothing to laugh about, bitches almost passing out
Since I'm allergic to cats I happen to drag 'em out
And now they saying I'm getting a little big headed
Rest in peace to the beats, I been killing it, they've been deaded
All them rappers' careers looking a little thin threaded
I am a B-E-A-S-T, big letters
Motherfuckers better check the spelling
Call me spawn newborn outta Satan's belly
Really no point in trying to stop me though
This be the sticky fingers down to your throat
Throwing up obnoxious flow
Niggas be: “I'm killing it in this industry”
Even my enemies pretending to be a friend of me
Obviously I'm better than I ever been
You can take a couple of minutes and let it settle in

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